Barry felt the biting coldness in her voice despite the kindness laced in it sending a flurry of shiver ran down his spine.
"I am just the driver and didn't know much about the job specification. I… I …was…only given an instruction to carry out." He stammered, his breathing ragged.
"I don't play games," she smirked and as she stretched her hands towards Ethan who glanced at Davis seeking approval.
Davis noticed his gaze and gave a nod. Ethan picked up a small device—a needle-thin prod wired to a high-voltage source.
Without a word, she plunged it into Barry's side. The man screamed, convulsing, his body jerking as volts tore through his nerves. She pulled it away and repeated it again.
Barry screamed louder this time, veins popping along his neck.
When the prod withdrew, he slumped forward, panting. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His resistance had broken.
"I'll talk…" he rasped. "I'll talk…"
Jessica leaned in, her eyes narrowing. "Then talk."
